Buried Treasure

Heather Rhodes’s POV

Alexandria, MN

I woke up with the sun in my eyes. Rolling over, I checked the clock. Ten-thirty in the morning.

Greg was sleeping on his side, facing away from me, so he didn’t stir when I got up and padded my way to the bathroom. I went through my morning routine, taking a long, hot shower to ease the ache in my legs and butt from last night.

I smiled as I thought back to Greg and his insistence I learn to ‘ride’ properly. After much experimentation, he decided me being a cowgirl was good, but me as a reverse cowgirl was even better. I wasn’t so sure; I liked seeing where I was going, my hands on his chiseled stomach or broad chest. I loved his body, and there was more to play with this way. I’d lost track of how many times I’d cum on him last night.

We only stopped at three in the morning because he ran out of condoms.

I smiled as I rinsed my hair out. Greg had bought a HUGE box of rubbers when he shopped for “essentials” early in our stay here, and they were already gone.

It wasn’t MY fault that he treated me like his little toe; he banged me on every piece of furniture in the house!

I finished my shower and dried off, then walked back into the bedroom. Greg was sleeping but had rolled onto his back. I could see the tenting of the sheets from his big cock underneath, and I licked my lips as I moved towards him. My fingers went out and traced the outline of his morning wood under the sheets, making him moan lowly and shift in the direction the touch disappeared.

I picked up the sheets at the side of the bed, moving them until he was exposed to the cool air. Freed of the weight, it stood tall, bouncing slightly with his pulse. I leaned over, grasping the base with my right hand before taking the head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the purple helmet, then took him deeper until his spongy head was at the back of my mouth. “Heather?”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” I hummed around his shaft, not stopping my worship of his Staff of Pleasure. He laid back onto the pillow, letting me have my fun. I moved around from the head to halfway down, licking and sucking until I gagged. I did this a few times, then pushed farther, testing my newfound skills. Swallowing against the gag reflex, I moved him into my throat. I stayed down until I had to breathe, then came back up and started it again. It took four more tries before my nose was touching his hip.

“Oh wow, Heather, that’s amazing,” he said as I stuck my tongue out and licked his balls with his cock deep in my throat. I smiled, happy that I had learned a way to make him feel so good. I came up, taking a pause, then went back down. “I’m close, baby,” he said. I just got more aggressive, moving up and down quickly as the saliva flowed down his cock and over his balls. All you could hear was the ‘gack gack gack’ of his cock entering my throat, and then he grabbed my head and held me down. “FUCK!” His cock pulsed, sending his seed deep into my throat.

He let go and I moved back, taking the rest into my mouth before swallowing it. I licked and sucked it clean, then moved forward to kiss him. “Good morning, love,” I said.

He kissed me quickly on the lips, then rolled out of bed and practically ran to the bathroom. I was a little disappointed in him; you’d think if a girl let you cum in her mouth, you shouldn’t act like it was so nasty you can’t kiss her properly. A little disappointed, I finished dressing and walked out to the kitchen to start breakfast.

It wasn’t much; toast, scrambled eggs, and sausage links. I was finishing the eggs when Greg came running into the kitchen. He was still buttoning up his shirt, which was off by one hole. “Stop,” I said as he came up to me. “Fix this. Breakfast will be ready in a minute.”

“We’ve got a problem,” he said. “I just got a call from my boss. They’re sending a man to pick you up and take you back to Arrowhead now that the Sons aren’t a threat anymore.”

I dropped the spatula on the floor; cursing, I tossed it into the sink and opened the drawer for another. “Pour some juice and sit down, it’s ready,” I said. I quickly plated the breakfast, giving him about three times as much food as I took. I was amazed at how much Greg could eat, yet not gain any fat on that hot body of his. I grabbed silverware and walked over and sat at the small table, putting his food in front of him. “How much time do I have,” I asked as I took a bite of eggs.

“Ten minutes,” he said.

I almost spit the eggs out onto the table. “WHAT??”

“They just exited from I-94.”

I looked around in a panic; the place was a mess since we hadn’t been doing much but fucking and watching television over the last week. “Jesus, GO CLEAN UP!” I got up from the table, running into the living room. I tossed the empty beer bottles and dirty paper plates into the kitchen garbage, then emptied the garbage bins in the living room on top. I shivered, seeing the tied-off condoms, and pulled the plastic bag out and tied it. “Take this to the garbage outside,” I said. Grabbing a can of Febreeze, I sprayed the living room, couch, and chairs before going into the bathroom. The frenzy of cleaning and spraying ended when I heard the doorbell ring. I tossed the can into the bedroom closet as I came back out.

“I’ve got it,” Greg said. He walked to the door, checking through the window. He smiled and opened it. “Vic,” he said as the man walked in. “And you must be her…”

“AUNT LORI?” My jaw dropped as I saw her come in; I practically flew across the room and into her arms.

“Hi baby,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me and lightly touched me. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she said apologetically.

“It’s much better now,” I said as I let her go. “What are you doing here?”

“Nothing would keep me away from you once I knew you were safe,” she said. “I’m so sorry, Harleigh.”

“Heather. Heather Rhodes. Harleigh is dead, and we have to keep her that way.” I took her jacket and hung it up while she took her Uggs off. I looked over at Greg; he looked scared, and Vic was staring at him like he wanted to kick his ass. “Come on in; we were just eating breakfast. I can make some more if you’re hungry.”

“We don’t have much time, Heather,” Vic said. “Finish your breakfast while Greg and I have a little talk.” He pulled him down the hall, his hand around his neck. “Greg is going to stay here for a week or so, close things down and clean up after you, so he’s in no hurry.”

I had a bad feeling about this; Greg was pale and shaking as they walked down the hallway. I didn’t have much time to think about it, as Three Tequila pulled me over to the table. “Finish eating, we’ll take the time you need to get ready,” she said. “We did kind of drop in at the last minute.”

“There’s some coke and juice in the fridge, T. Glasses right of the sink,” I said. She grabbed a Diet Coke bottle and came over to sit at the table with me. “I would have liked a little warning, but it’s so great to see you,” I said. “It’s been so hard watching everything and not being able to talk to you about it.”

“I missed you, girl. I miss your Mom and Dad so much it hurts.”

I started to cry a little before she pulled me into a hug. “How long have you known I was alive?”

“After the funeral,” she said. “I was so mad at Chase for keeping it from me; I didn’t know whether to punch him or hug him for keeping you safe. He was right to keep it from us, though. My reaction to your kidnapping wouldn’t have been so believable if I knew you were still alive.”

“I watched it all on television,” I said. “It was weird watching everyone talk about me as if I was dead.”

“I can’t imagine how you felt.”

I finished my breakfast and took my dishes back into the sink. “I need to pack,” I said.

“I’ll help you,” she said.

“Don’t bother; I don’t have much to pack except pajamas and sweats. I’ll be right back out.” I left her at the table, almost running back to the master bedroom. If either Three Tequila or Vic saw and smelled our love nest, we’d be busted. It wasn’t that I was a virgin, or wasn’t of age; I was eighteen and had been sexually active for years. It was just that my parents had been protective of me, and the Club took that to new levels. Anyone I wanted to be intimate with required secrecy. I didn’t want Greg to get his ass kicked by Mongo for defiling his niece.

I grabbed a big shopping bag out of the closet and pulled all my clean clothes out of the drawer and into it. I didn’t have a lot, and the stuff in the hamper Greg could bring later. There was a box of new clothes I hadn’t washed yet on the dresser. I’d take that too.

I went into the bathroom, gathering my things into a shoebox before putting it in the box with the new clothes. I was about to carry it out when Greg came into the room, closing the door behind him. “We have to talk,” he said.

“T’s waiting,” I said.

“I know. Look, I love you, Heather. No matter what happens, know that I love you and I want you.”

I was starting to worry. “What’s going on, Greg?”

His shoulders slumped. “I was sent to guard you, not seduce you,” he said. “If my bosses find out we’ve been… Ummm…”

“Boinking like rabbits?”

“Yeah. I haven’t worked for Chase and Rori for very long. If they find out about us, they might fire me. I need this job, and I need to be close to you.”

“What do we do?”

“We play it cool. If anyone asks, we’re good friends, and I kept you safe. No one will question us being close after spending so much time together, but it’s friend close. We keep our love secret, and slowly build up to a romantic relationship over the next few months as people get used to us being together.”

I stepped up and kissed him. “I don’t want anyone ruining what we have, Greg. You’ll need to talk to Mongo, too. I’m still a Club Princess, and there are rules if you want to date me. It wouldn’t hurt if you rode a Harley, either.”

“I’ve been doing that for weeks,” he said.

I smacked him. “I’m serious. I’m an adult, but we both have Chase and Rori watching over us, and Mongo and Three Tequila will be getting updates from Possum and Roadkill. It doesn’t matter if there isn’t a Steel Brotherhood chapter up here, they’ll treat it the same. Tell Mongo you want to date me and get his permission first, and everything will be a lot simpler.”

“Okay.” He kissed me, pulling me close, then grabbed my bag and box. “I love you, Heather. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“I’m counting on it,” I told him as I followed him out.

Ten minutes later, Vic was driving away from my hideout as I sat on the bed with T, both of us leaning back against pillows against the side of the van. “It’s too bad this bed doesn’t have sheets, I could use a nap,” I said. The inflatable mattress was comfortable; we had a blanket over the top, with enough left over to cover our legs as we sat.

“Sorry. I spilled coffee on it this morning, and there was a huge wet spot. I got it cleaned up, but the sheets got trashed. They were old, not even worth saving.”

“That sucks.” We talked for a while, at least until I fell asleep leaning against her shoulder. I didn’t wake until the van stopped and Vic told us we were home.